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This was supposed to be a simple mission. We just needed to go in, get intel, and leave. Simple, quick, and easy. I wasn’t a veteran by any means and nowhere near the top, but I knew what I was doing. That was until this mission, where I lost them in the snowy mountains, and the comms were cut. We didn’t even make it out with intel; it was a false lead. “Fuck.” I groaned, my shoulder throbbing as the knife embedded in it burned with the freezing temperatures. It wasn’t bleeding heavily yet, so it must have avoided anything important. On my way out of the building, I got into a scuffle with a guard. Right afterward, my comms were cut. Stupidly, we hadn't set up a rendezvous point prior to the mission. I knew it was a stupid idea to keep going forward alone, but with how heavy the snowfall was, I needed to find a safe place fast. I could already feel my fingers going numb, and my face burned from the frigid air, beginning to hint towards frostbite. Spotting a faint grey building roughly a klick away, I started the trek towards it.
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I heard the rain of bullets going over my head, embedding itself in the snowbank next to me. I hastened my pace, hoping the never-ending snowfall would cover my tracks. Little did I know that that building was a trap. As soon as I entered, I felt my face hit the ground hard and my hands sprawled in front of me. The barrel of a gun was aimed against my head.“кто ты такой?” A voice whispered gruffly, with more footsteps coming near. I didn’t answer, keeping my head towards the ground. He slammed the butt of the rifle into the back of my head, knocking me out cold.
“Where are they?” He said, spitting directly in my face. I kept my head low, unwilling to say a word to him. While I was unconscious, they had undressed me, so I was roughly tied up in my camisole and thermal pants. My shoulder throbbed in pain as the knife sticking in it was yanked outwards, a hiss gritting through my teeth. They had tortured me while I was knocked out, bruises forming around my neck where they had choked me. The man in front of me grabbed my hand, playing with my bruised and bloody fingers before twisting my middle finger backward, breaking it. “Fuck!” I yelp, tears slowly beginning to form in my eyes as it begins to ache. “I don’t know where they are,” you spit through gritted teeth. “We were split up.” The man began twirling his knife, laughing softly. “Split up, you say?” He squatted in front of you, tilting the knife towards your chin. “Since when does a squad split up?” My eyes smoldered with hate as I tilted my face away from the knife, keeping my mouth shut.
I didn't have the effort to respond with the truth or even lie anymore. Either way, I was dead here. The man grunted as he stood up, gripping my injured shoulder roughly, making me hiss. “We’ll just keep doing this, over and over again, until you tell us the truth. “ He let out a crude laugh, “We have adrenaline and medics for a reason.” I shifted my head in the chair I was tied up on. They’d torture me until I talked; I would die here. Tears fell as I closed my eyes, the man walking away, the soldiers following him.
I must have passed out from blood loss and exhaustion at some point. I awoke with a scream as the man from before grasped my shoulder roughly. I blinked, looking up at him, my eyes half open in pain. “Well, still not going to talk?” He asked, laughing before he grabbed my hair, wrenching my head back. He motioned toward his soldiers, that had entered the room with a sack and a bucket. I grimaced, spitting in his face as he backhanded me. “гребаная сука,” He said, raging. “наказать ее.” He ordered, his soldiers coming closer, placing the sack over my head while the other readied the bucket. I struggled in my binds, knowing what would come next.
I screamed in shock as the water was dumped onto me, choking on most of it. I sputtered, wheezing as the water suffocated me. I hung my head, exhausted, as they removed the burlap sack. “Talking now?” His thick Russian voice said, motioning towards a soldier who handed him a combat knife. There was no way I made it out alive, not without giving them information. “Fuck you,” I said lowly, fire burning in my eyes as I stared him down. The knife was stabbed into my thigh, making me utter another gut-wrenching scream. It was quickly removed, a liquid being poured onto it, making me hiss through closed teeth. "Alcohol," The leader said, grinning. "Can't let it get too infected now."
My eyes closed, whimpers escaping my mouth as my consciousness drifted away and my body began to burn. This torment was too much, too much for anyone to deal with. I sluggishly felt them remove my binds, lifting me up and placing me on an ice-cold metal table. I felt them grasp my body roughly, a knife ripping through my thin shirt and pants. Through my deliriousness, I could feel them touching me in places they shouldn’t, places that didn’t belong to them. Their fingers created new bruises and marks, their filthy hands mingling with my blood. The touches faded as consciousness was swept away from me.